I was just thinking about this in the middle of the night while Mateo was throwing one of his random dream tantrums.
You can't really say anything unless you know what the meaning is. For example, you can't say "I ate bread today" and not know what bread actually is. You can't really invent the meaning either because most people know what bread is. So if you say "I ate bread" and your meaning of bread is tomatoes no one will understand when you say "I ate bread" as "I ate tomatoes" because everybody knows bread as bread and not tomatoes, except for you. Make sense? Yes, right!!!
So how can people say "I love you" to someone and not really know the true meaning of love. They're probably really saying "I think you're pretty cool" or "my tummy gets mushy when I see you, but it could be diarrhea." Do you really KNOW the meaning of love? Or is it like bread and tomatoes being the same thing. I think that a lot of people retard the meaning of love just like my bread and tomatoes analogy. A lot of people don't know Jesus, or how much He loves us and the sacrifices that God made for us. God IS Love, so if they don't know Him, then how can they say "I love you" to their "loved" ones.
Eh? Eh???? Think about it.
Even I don't fully understand God's love for me. It's too much for my tiny little brain. His love for us is infinitely massive. I guess I can say that I adore my children and greatly enjoy the company of my husband..........most of the time.
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Oh it's so comfortable
My brain is turned off during the day. It feels like when I'm with my kids, watching them play, feeding them food, my brain is turned off with the only focus being them. When I finally get time to myself, which is in the shower or during mid-pee, I have random splurges of feeling blessed and feeling thankful that I am where I am in my life. Then, last night, in the shower of course (where my brain works) I started to get angry with myself because I was so comfortable in my life. Reading my sister and her husband's blogs about being missionaries in another world, forced me to think about how comfortable I am. I don't think that's fair to God, me being comfortable. I want to be able to not be comfortable, to step out on a limb and take risks for my faith. Instead I sit in the shower (not literally sit, maybe just lean against the wall) and feel comfortable with my hot water and such.
Then, I think of how big of a change my husband and I just made. We grew up in a church most of our lives. Made friends, good friends, and then after, for me, 24 years of going to that church, we got up and decided that we were needed elsewhere. It wasn't an instant decision. It took over a year of prayer, of waiting, of discussing and then finally we knew that it was time. No, we didn't fly to another country or anything like that, we simply drove in the opposite direction towards the church that we thought could use our talents most for. I didn't want to "bury my talents" like in the parable Jesus told, I wanted to use them for the Lord. And burying them we were. Now I finally feel like I'm doing something good in my life. I finally feel like the Lord is proud of me and my works.
It's hard. Leaving your comfort zone, leaving the circle of friends you have. It took us over a year to just be able to say goodbye in our minds. Slowly, one by one, we had to say goodbye in our hearts to those we loved and cherished, and watched grow. But we knew that all of them were in the hands of the Lord, so who were we to worry? We knew they would be fine and that we were needed elsewhere. It took a huge push from the Lord but that push was what we needed to finally do what he wanted us to do.
Now we are slowly meeting new friends and it's a great feeling. It really is. Step out of your comfort zone for the Lord. It's hard, it really is, but no one said life was easy. It's not supposed to be easy. Sacrifice your comfort for God. After all, He did sacrificed his only Son for you.
Then, I think of how big of a change my husband and I just made. We grew up in a church most of our lives. Made friends, good friends, and then after, for me, 24 years of going to that church, we got up and decided that we were needed elsewhere. It wasn't an instant decision. It took over a year of prayer, of waiting, of discussing and then finally we knew that it was time. No, we didn't fly to another country or anything like that, we simply drove in the opposite direction towards the church that we thought could use our talents most for. I didn't want to "bury my talents" like in the parable Jesus told, I wanted to use them for the Lord. And burying them we were. Now I finally feel like I'm doing something good in my life. I finally feel like the Lord is proud of me and my works.
It's hard. Leaving your comfort zone, leaving the circle of friends you have. It took us over a year to just be able to say goodbye in our minds. Slowly, one by one, we had to say goodbye in our hearts to those we loved and cherished, and watched grow. But we knew that all of them were in the hands of the Lord, so who were we to worry? We knew they would be fine and that we were needed elsewhere. It took a huge push from the Lord but that push was what we needed to finally do what he wanted us to do.
Now we are slowly meeting new friends and it's a great feeling. It really is. Step out of your comfort zone for the Lord. It's hard, it really is, but no one said life was easy. It's not supposed to be easy. Sacrifice your comfort for God. After all, He did sacrificed his only Son for you.
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
@what_mom_says
I always come up with the best ideas in the shower. It is my life's ambition to write a book about teenage mothers and their difficulties. I want to interview a whole bunch of young mother's and just get a whole bunch of random quotes and put it together and make it a book. That is what I want to do, and I think I will do that sometime before I die. As of right now, I'm pretty busy making up a whole bunch of funny motherly quotes in my head, most of them created while in the shower.
Being in the shower is my only alone time. Or so I thought, until I see a tiny hand splashing the water from underneath the shower curtains.
Motherhood means no alone time. No rest. The college administration workers are on strike. I wish I could go on strike.
Motherhood is life. It means loving and caring for someone for their entire lifetime. On Facebook I see all my friends and their good jobs and career accomplishments. My highest level of academic achievement is my high school diploma.
Motherhood is beyond hard. It is tiring, and makes you age faster than fake tanning. Yesterday I graduated from high school. Today I have 2 kids and am worrying about what to make for dinner.
Lady Gaga calls her fans "little monsters." I call my kids little monsters. Not because they are my fans. But because they really are little monsters.
For more quirky or not so quirky quotes follow me on twitter @what_mom_says.
Anyway, back to normal bloggage.
I finally have time to write in this blog area thing. I've always wanted to write a blog about babies and how wonderful of a time I am having being a mother. I'm having such a wonderful time, that I don't actually have time to write in this blog of mine. Well, what can I say? Motherhood is busy. Too busy. I need some breathing room a whole lot of the time. It's hard to do anything for myself. Make a phone call, read a chapter in a book, or even watch my own TV show. My first son is 2 and a half and I'm attempting potty training, and my second son is 7 months, teething and is being super clingy and cranky because of it. Life is hard, and expensive.
It sucks. Having no money. I have to go back to work early, part time because we can't really afford stuff. Summer was expensive. I know winter won't be as expensive because no one likes the cold. Mateo is eating Josiah's backpack. I'm watching. Great motherhood right here. *high five*
I'm so cranky and tired most of the day. Joel's lucky he's at work, on his days off I really put him to work. I make him change the diapers, and feed the kids. Sometimes I think I'm a little spoiled, then I remind myself how great I am and that I deserve it. -_-
I think my kids are the cutest. But then I am a little biased. They are cute though. Like, super cute. Sometimes I squeeze Mateo so much he cries, or pukes a bit.
I'm thirsty. That's the end of this blog. Till next time.
-crazy mom
Being in the shower is my only alone time. Or so I thought, until I see a tiny hand splashing the water from underneath the shower curtains.
Motherhood means no alone time. No rest. The college administration workers are on strike. I wish I could go on strike.
Motherhood is life. It means loving and caring for someone for their entire lifetime. On Facebook I see all my friends and their good jobs and career accomplishments. My highest level of academic achievement is my high school diploma.
Motherhood is beyond hard. It is tiring, and makes you age faster than fake tanning. Yesterday I graduated from high school. Today I have 2 kids and am worrying about what to make for dinner.
Lady Gaga calls her fans "little monsters." I call my kids little monsters. Not because they are my fans. But because they really are little monsters.
For more quirky or not so quirky quotes follow me on twitter @what_mom_says.
Anyway, back to normal bloggage.
I finally have time to write in this blog area thing. I've always wanted to write a blog about babies and how wonderful of a time I am having being a mother. I'm having such a wonderful time, that I don't actually have time to write in this blog of mine. Well, what can I say? Motherhood is busy. Too busy. I need some breathing room a whole lot of the time. It's hard to do anything for myself. Make a phone call, read a chapter in a book, or even watch my own TV show. My first son is 2 and a half and I'm attempting potty training, and my second son is 7 months, teething and is being super clingy and cranky because of it. Life is hard, and expensive.
It sucks. Having no money. I have to go back to work early, part time because we can't really afford stuff. Summer was expensive. I know winter won't be as expensive because no one likes the cold. Mateo is eating Josiah's backpack. I'm watching. Great motherhood right here. *high five*
I'm so cranky and tired most of the day. Joel's lucky he's at work, on his days off I really put him to work. I make him change the diapers, and feed the kids. Sometimes I think I'm a little spoiled, then I remind myself how great I am and that I deserve it. -_-
I think my kids are the cutest. But then I am a little biased. They are cute though. Like, super cute. Sometimes I squeeze Mateo so much he cries, or pukes a bit.
I'm thirsty. That's the end of this blog. Till next time.
-crazy mom
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